Depression has sort of been what has been dominating my life for well over a couple of months. I’ve kind of been anticipating the result we got yesterday. It was obvious from the outset that a bizarre narrative had seized the conversation and was being actively promoted by a news media that was more invested in outcome than truth. And their desired outcome was obvious if one was following Benghazi or Sandy.
Then there was the free shit that Obama was taking from us to provide to his electorate. Free cell phones. Free food. Free housing.
As Rush put it today, you can’t beat Santa Claus. One party is offering opportunity. An equal opportunity to make something of yourself. The other is offering free shit, without conditions. And without effort. Vote for Obama and get the free shit. That’s good for 47 million people.
But wait. If you vote today you won’t get just one Freebie, we’ll send you TWO Freebies.
But this post was supposed to be about a silver lining.
And it is.
I have been engaged in this battle actively since right before the 2008 election. I have also been an agitator and organizer since then, including being a founding member within the Tea Party movement. I was in DC for 912. I was in DC for the Obamacare vote multiple times. I was in DC for multiple anti-Obamacare events, and DTN was there at the Supreme Court when the pro-O people were captured being paid to be there and the woman with the knitted uterus showed me her knitted….uterus. Thank God it didn’t go further than that. I was going to go home with her, but knitting freaks me out.
But that’s not the silver lining. This is.
Over the last 4 years I’ve met the most wonderful people I’ve ever met and we’ll be fast friends for decades to come. And the movement is going to take down this Republican Party and the media, both of whom are culpable…but I digress.
I am very happy today to have new friends like Joe. Lisa. Chris. Eric. Daryl. Louise. Todd x 2. Tom. Laura x 2. Glenn. Bob.
The list is too long to enumerate.
We may be fucked altogether. At least we’re altogether.
And when they ship us off to the reeducation camp, it’ll be a courteous and civil allocation of space.
And they’ve all agreed that I get the top bunk even though I’m a bed wetter, they’ll take turns sleeping in the bottom bunk because they care about me.
But seriously. If nothing was achieved over the last four years, the immense friendships that have been developed over that same time are cast in steel.
Thank you all for letting me into your lives and for sharing a common cause.
Ultimately, we’ll prevail, but it’s good to have each other to lean on in the interim.